windfallI would gather allMore Like This
the seven seas for you.
for me, you would not
spare a raindrop.
3.16.2014He was a verbMore Like This
when I was just a noun, and I
find the right word
for what this is.
my eyes sometimes forget youwhen you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you;More Like This
the daily grind goes on; the bus-wheels roll their hides over the asphalt roads;
the snow melts into pools and clings to boots, licking the rubber heels of girls
who sway their hips to music faintly heard; women smile in coffee shops
and leave stray hairs on the wicker chairs; people pass by windows and
catch the light; my fingers turn the pages of new books.
somehow your voice finds me in the midst of this,
and very softly brings the words
that never really leave me:
this is my love.
when you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you-
but my heart does not.
Youi can't imagine any hands but yours touching meMore Like This
with leather-softness, the practiced strokes of artists
on their masterpieces- eyes like the watching stars
blessing those exposed below. and i cannot see a way
to trust my core to other arms- you envelop me
as snowbanks wait for their falling sisters; silent
and the same. and i could not give my lips, my voice,
my budding words away to anyone who does not have
your ears- you hear me just right. i don't know how.
i don't know how you see me with the lights off,
how you hear the sighs of my soul when i am
holding my breath, how you can feel the places
i am bruised right through the blankets-
i don't know what i could have done
to deserve you; but i do know
it has saved me.